the boy I never knew | Fred Weasley ff

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„So what do you think about the Quidditch game?" he asked me, trying to hold the conversation.

„Well, I dunno. It's not that I care about the game." I mumbled, focused on my butterbeer.

„So you are telling me that you don't care about the Gryffindors cheating?" The black haired boy asked me, looking slightly confused.
His eyes were wide open, scaring the hell out of me.

"Why would they cheat?" I asked, not believing what he just said.

"I don't know. They definitely wanted to beat us! So they cheated. I know this, because look at the Slytherin team. Our brooms are the best ones available at the marked! There is no chance to beat us" He stared yelling for no reason.

I stood up, not believing what he just said. I definitely don't accept that a strange boy was yelling at me- for like no reason.

„First of, don't talk to me like that. And second of, just because someone beat you and your stupid broom, it's not because of cheating. They might just have more talent." I rolled my eyes and challenged him with my words, deciding to leave.

Just as I turned around, the black haired boy grabbed my wrist. I turned to face him, „you shouldn't touch me" I said in a harsh way.

„Do not dare to tell me what I have to do" he said, his voice slightly scaring me.

„You shouldn't dare to touch me without my permission." I tried not to sound scared, but actually he scared the hell out of me. Everyone around me was to focused on their conversations, to notice what shit was happening to me.

I tried to get out of his grip, but the boy was much stronger than he looked. He stood up, struggling because of the alcohol he drank.
I heard the inside of the pub getting louder. As he boy came closer building up in front of me.

„You know Haven, I don't like people who betray their house and you seem like someone who betrays us Slytherins." his words sounded harsh, how could Quidditch be such a big deal for someone?

„It's not like that.." I stuttered, getting more and more scared that he would hurt me, „let me go" I cried out, trying to get rid of his grip on my wrist.

Before the boy could say another word, he was beat down colliding with the ground.
Gladly he let go of my hand. I turned around to face the person, who literally saved me.

„If a girl tells you to let go of her, you should do that. And don't dare to come near my girlfriend- ever again." I looked up to see Fred, his voice deeper than I ever heard. My heart dropped as his words echoed in my ears.

I felt like I couldn't breathe. As his large hand wrapped around my wrist, inspecting the little bruise. „Everything okey?" he asked, a worried expression over his face.
„Thank you" I mumbled, nervousness and alcohol mixing in my veins, letting my actions go crazy. I could have cried when I stood there, this weird boy laying in front of me. I never thought of a person being this violent for no reason.